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Beautiful Tragedy
Chapter 10: Failed Goodbyes
Summer was always the busiest time for all the Autobot slaves and servants who lived under their Decepticon masters on Cybertron. It meant the end of the cold, dry spell Primus placed upon his own flesh, causing the energon growing in the fields and wells to dry up. It was the perfect time for new sowing and replanting the fields but it also meant going back outside to bake in the now blustering heat, which had come back in a scream of fury this year. As if Primus sensed the rise of possible bloodshed for his children.
And after the gentle and beautiful slave, Optimus' fateful meeting with the rebel leader, Hot Rod, the amount of runaway slaves had virtually quadrupled. The large cities being the very worst hit, especially Kaon, one of the absolute worse places for an Autobot of either stature of power. And so, day after day, Autobots were mysteriously vanishing from their master's homes and highly paid hunts for the said runaways, which had at one time been rather rare because of the threat of severe abuse or even death, were so common they were a daily occurrence. Many bounty hunters were now constantly prowling the streets, houses and work chambers for any Autobots.
Security had also been increased at Kaon palace, nearly doubling in case any slaves or servants got any ideas for escape at the news. However, despite the intense watches, patrols and hunters, Autobots still continued to vanish, even in the broad daylight and under heavily surveillance. How was such a mystery that the Decepticons slowly and desperately scrambled over to find out. Although it was not at first they went into such a panic, being so confident of their assertion they had been convinced themselves that the very idea of rebellion had been beaten clean out of all Autobots, slaves and servants alike. But now were so paranoid, most chained their Autobots to them at all times of the day, though this rarely helped.
In the quiet, secluded week the large Autobot was locked in the High Queen's chamber for his punishment were colder and lonelier than he remembered from past experiences of penalizations which were once nothing to him. Fresh energon fruit, nicely cut pieces of meat from farm raised domestic drones and plush bread were brought in by Autobot servants that worked on this floor, who had a bit more of a perk in their steps very, very likely by all the good news, as his meals.
Though it wouldn't have mattered if it was just normal nasty gruel in a bowl as the red and blue mech was all too used to. He rarely had an appetite which was beginning to show around his abdomen as the metal skin depressed and sunk back slightly. It wasn't as if he was starving himself, he did eat enough to just survive on. It was everything. It was crushing him.
The semi robot had to watch the world continue to spiral around in its newest more active pattern without being a part of it from the only window in the room he was in. The brighter smiles evident on the Autobot's face plates tortured him with envy that was now disturbingly normal for his spark to pulse in. The very noticeable fear in the red optics of greedy, selfish Decepticons that knew their tyranny was coming to rapid end that should've brought him great pleasure in seeing, now only brought a vague numbness he couldn't describe.
There was no doubt in Optimus' processor that the time to make a move at freedom was at its ripest. The pull in his chest plates had continued to grow until made nearly a tangible shape at the back of his spark chamber, as if something needed to be there in the empty space around his very life core. That had to be there. It had gotten to the point that the only way he could find any type of solace was to look out at the glittering Kaon river and wear the tattered cloak he had kept since his first little venture outside.
However, the slave found his dreams were the one thing he could not soothe. They were expanding, becoming more and more in depth. Coloring a story he didn't know or really care about. If it was Primus himself forcing him into a destiny he didn't want and desired plainly to torture him with it until he did whatever it was, he would at least find the strength to try to say goodbye to his dear master when these few weeks of solitude were done... If he still had the strength to...
Megatron was at first furious at the Autobot's little escapade outside, beyond his reach and stubbornly refused to even to speak him during his captivity, despite the desperate weeping in his spark for doing this to him. This began to evolve when he slipped back into his old routine and realized that his beloved was not beside him. He missed hearing his dearest's intense, powerful voice... feeling his gentle soothing aura... and most of all seeing his happy smile and gorgeous optics, shining like sapphires of the highest quality...
The Pharaoh was fooling no one, especially himself. He absolutely craved to see his love but feared he would still be mad at him for maybe overreacting and then punishing him for it. But every time he reached the High Queen's chamber soft silver doors, he froze before he could open the door then he backed away and left, calling himself a complete coward for doing so. He was a coward... A mad coward in love...
And as the days lazily continued longer than they actually were, the silver mech started to wonder if that the red and blue robot really loved as much as he, as he never did answer when he had confessed his great love for him. The thought that if it was indeed truthful tormented him terribly. His appetite all but disappeared and he rarely showed any interest in cleaning himself or even pleasuring himself. He was depressed and gloomy most of the time, blank with haunted dull ruby optics and he was much less willing to even leave his own personal chambers as the cruel, slow time flew by.
This of course did not go unobserved by his subjects, both Autobot and Decepticon. Every single one of them were vastly confused as to this new outlandish behavior and were becoming a little bit concerned with the prospect that perhaps the rumors massive gun robot was insane. And any foolish enough to pry further than was wise, were met with manic, broken cackling as he left stumbling away on unstable pedes back to his personal chambers.
When at last on the morning of the first day the semi was to be released from his punishment the Decepticon leader felt his spark which had been compacted for the week loose like a clamp had been removed but still felt quite betrayed by what he had done behind his back. Even if he did not technically break any of his promises, he despised the thought of him escaping him. Nevertheless, he was still overly ecstatic to see the gentle mech and almost raced toward his room at first light of dawn like a tiny sparkling to see his creators on his creationday.
Megatron disarmed the lock beside the door with shaking digits, hardly waiting any longer to see the mech he loved so, before he swung open the doors to see a sleeping Optimus, curled tight into an uncomfortable ball on the berth from his haunting, graphic dreams. Crimson optics wide, hot and wild as he crept silently up to the large berth's side before he raised a shaking black claw to ghost over his gorgeous form in unrefined obsession. "...Optimus..." he panted hungrily, slowly crawling over the sleeping mech to eclipse his busty frame with own muscular one.
At the foreign noise outside of his dream so close to his being, the large slave twitched and uncurled. Thinking it was perhaps a servant who had walked in to change his bed sheets, opened his half-asleep optics. Still having a very blurry sight did not see his visitor and bumped into his broad chest when tried to move. "Ow. Sorry, I'm still not fully online yet." he mumbled sleepily, trying to scooch back and sit up better.
The slightly smaller Autobot squeaked in surprise when whoever he bumped into threw their thick, powerful arms around him in a swift and tight embrace, making them both tumble to the floor. It was the first physical contact he had in a while, so it took him several minutes to realize who was holding him.
The Pharaoh held onto his beloved securely in his hug, smelling his rich scent. Nickel and strawberry energon... Primus... It was absolutely euphoric... How he missed it... "I'm sorry I punished you, Optimus... I'm sorry..." he whispered softly in a loop, kissing his helm with desperate kisses while his claws raked in light scraping to touch his .
The red and blue robot felt his face become mainly stoic and blank when he heard the string of rapid apologies as his vision completely cleared enough to see his jabbering master. "It's okay..." he droned eerily, optics looking at the carpet below. He really didn't mean it. Not completely anyway.
Being not at all the reception he was expecting, the Decepticon snapped slightly out of the stifling madness in his mind to pull back and look at the Autobot's azure optics avoiding his. "Optimus...?" he asked softly while gently stroking his lovely face. His worry increasing when he saw his signs of inner conflict...
The semi mech continued to be deadpan but inside he just felt like crying. But what good would that do? He felt immoral just seeing him after he had secretly agreed to running away with the rebel leader today. He didn't love the brash young mech obviously and he had always secretly wished to be freed by the larger mech though that had no hope of coming to but he still felt a monster...
The gun undid the energon chain he had activated around the other's ankle joint before holding him close once more. "I really just wanted to protect you, my love..." he whispered in audios, trying to get a response from him. Any response! It wouldn't matter...! A smile...! A scowl...! Anything!
Optimus' dermas twitched but otherwise showed no emotions that was not the case inside him. He couldn't break... He couldn't break now...! "I know. C-Can you...? Can you walk with me?" his strong voice cracking as he shakily rose, cursing himself at almost slipping in his tone. He had to continue his resolve. Treat today like it was the last day. He had no time to falter from the pressure in his spark over the days to come.
Megatron's face plates fell in deep concern and confusion but stood up beside him. He at least was moving... But he did not know if that was a good thing considering the other mech's new demeanor. "Of course, my love." he spoke clearly, gently taking the other's soft hand.
The Autobot slave flinched at the name of affection casually given to him as well as to his servos. As usual, with no fear and no hesitation. He wished he had the strength to say that he loved him but he didn't. He never did... He found his chassis move toward the royal gardens without his full knowledge. Maybe he was just subconsciously drawn to the place where a lot of pleasant memories were born.
The smaller red and blue robot as if in a trance walked through the doors inside, limply shrugging away his master's placate grip on his hand. He moved over sat in the lush grass and watched how the gorgeous plump crystal roses sparkled in the false sunlight from the glass ceiling above.
They almost made the semi want to finally weep at how innocent they were... Making him reminisce to a love that was almost pure fantasy to him in reality... but he didn't shed tears... Instead, he reached over and plucked a particular scarlet one as if it sealed in its petals the look of passion his master had for him from before things became so arduous and deleterious.
The large Decepticon watched the longing display from his beloved with a burst of genuine concerned thoughts in the midst of his hazy, difficult concentration. What was he doing...? Why did he look so... melancholy? Yes, he punished him. But it was because he was wandering...! Wandering so carelessly from his loving grasp around with the Prime prowling around to catch new Autobots for his growing legion...
Optimus vented a rather loud sigh while twirling the fragile flora around by its stem in his fingers before speaking again. "Master...? May I ask you something?" he spoke still looking at the rose in his hand. Not as a form of disrespect. No... Not to him... But more as a physical and mental stabilizer for what he was going to tell from deep in his spark.
The Pharaoh knelt down on one knee strut beside the slave, his majestic violet cape slightly framing himself and the other mech. "...Anything." he vented huskily. He would brace for anything that may help him open again to him...
The Autobot closed his optics, as he sat up more properly and placed the delicate blossom in his lap. "Do you remember when you first showed me this place? Gave me the full freedom to come and go as I pleased. How confident and temerarious you were with me?" he spoke softly but cheerlessly, fighting the ever present urge to break down and cry.
The silver robot nodded though he honestly did not understand completely of what he was talking about. "Of course." he half lied. He didn't know where this conversation was leading to but it was not sounding promising... It almost sounded like... regret. Like he regretted ever having those pleasant memories of them together. But... why...?
The red and blue mech's large but gentle blue hands clenched into tense fists, just barely sparing the tiny flower he had picked. "You were only concerned with my happiness and in turn I prayed for yours. Even now I never will stop. However, I convinced myself maybe too much in our little affair that things would be as smooth and beautiful as I often fantasied, like the romantic fool I am." he snarled to himself.
The Decepticon remained completely soundless and stonefaced as he absorbed the information the other robot gave to him as well as watched all the tiny physical changes he displayed to reveal his inner pain. None of it was making any sense. His beloved would not be deranged enough to find happy moments they shared to be horrid. It had to be something else...
The semi mech felt like an energon sword was being twisted in his spark, but he had to continue. If he stopped now, he sincerely doubted he could ever begin again. "But they aren't innocent and pure anymore... And even you can not deny, you have changed in your love towards me." he rumbled hurtfully, opening his worn optics to look sternly down at his rose before placing it into his subspace in case he didn't something foolish. Which was starting to look quite possible from either one of them...
The gun felt his muscular frame tense the more he heard. So his thoughts about him not believing in his love was beginning to seem more and more truthful... No... It... couldn't... "...And how have I changed?" he growled slightly, his dangerously sharp denta flashing a bit but otherwise remained emotionless. There had to be a misunderstanding... There had to be...! His beloved loved him...! He knew he did!
Optimus gritted his denta hard enough to crack them before glaring fiercely up to his master's face. "Because the Master I know was darkly charming, passionate and courageous... You have become paranoid, beastly and obsessive. And its killing me watching this degeneration...!" he blurted out before burying his facials into his hands, his fingers gripping his helm to vehemently squeeze the optic fluid tears back into his optics.
Megatron watched with a blank expression that was the polar opposite of what he truly felt. Yes he knew in what little was left of clarity in his CPU something was not right. But... was he becoming so lost that the mech he loved beyond comprehension refused to look at him...? To... love him...? "So... does this mean you hate me now...?" he croaked, his proud voice sounding fragile and crackly as his carmine optics screwed up in blantant sorrow.
The slave fragile grip on his shattering control finally broke completely at the tender facade. The Pharaoh just looked so broken and lonely, he was scared he was going to do something brainless, mainly maim himself. He quickly reached over and held his dear master's waist in his caring arms, rubbing his helm into the strong midsection. "No...! I could never hate you... Never could..." he mumbled adoringly but sickly grieved with giving in to his sorrow.
The Decepticon leader broke into a wicked smile, falling completely to his knees and embracing the distraught mech. He didn't hate him. That was delightful...! But if he was trying to push him away with that little speech... he would find out how sorely wrong he was! "Excellent... My sweet little, Optimus... I forgive you for being so caring and naive... that doesn't spare you from receiving my love... No... I will always love you... I don't care..." he purred licking his fangs darkly while his optics glowed eerily.
The red and blue mech flinched back, almost choking on his intakes from the display that slightly brought back his delicate resolve. The silver mech was no doubt very mentally sick. His sire's curse had tragically transferred to him. That had been long clarified. But how it had been awaken were many things he had believed he was the cause of... And if he was indeed the source for the entirety of the madness he had now, he didn't dare speak of it to further to upset him down insanity.
The smaller Autobot just squeezed tighter in a way to distract himself from crying. He felt his master's strong spark and sculpted silver frame... smelt his strong unique scent of platinum and passion fruit... All of him... was just pushing his emotions around in constant loops as frantically tried to rein in before he was completely gone in bittersweet memories...
The gun robot felt his beloved's hot optic fluid wet his usekh covered chest plates. His darling Optimus... He didn't hate him... but was also in so much pain... but it couldn't be his doing... It... simply couldn't be. The Prime had to be the reason... That damned Autobot wriggling his tentacles of deceit into his mind. However, before he could speak his rampant thoughts a single digit to his dermas effectively killed it.
The semi mech couldn't bare to hear anymore psycho talk from the other larger robot. It was just destroying this moment in where he preferred not to think of the present. "No...! Don't speak... Don't talk... Don't... do anything... Just... let me touch you... Hold you..." he whispered desperately, doing his very hardest to keep his own sanity intact though that was extremely questionable with his tainted love for him temporarily dominating his processor.
Optimus kissed his dear, sick master with as much passion as he could scrounge up from his wounded spark as his hands frantically stroked the thick silver armor below his. He caressed every contour with every intention of remembering its every seam, every jewel and gold covered plate... He finally pulled away from their heated kiss to gasp innocently sweet before moving down the other's strong angled chin and jaw to catch a glimpse of the scar on his thick neck cables from where he nearly killed himself.
The large Autobot slave whimpered at the healed shallow mark permanently indented into his steel skin. If he had not come back, that wound would've taken his life. The mere thought of his dearest lying dead somewhere wasn't even entertainable to imagine. However... If he never improved in his absence, he may very likely try again and he couldn't have that... No... He might have to warn Soundwave into protecting him as he couldn't possibly want that kind of fate for his great leader...
The semi mech groaned softly, optics closing delicately as his cleaning fluid spilled forth and his soft gel-smooth blue fingers intertwined together with his master's rough ebony claws. Oh those hands... Those hands once traveled down his body so tenderly. Even created the very first overload in his life. How he held him through the great waves of his orgasm...
The thought of possibly granting Megatron the final threshold of his virginity as a potential grand last gift had flickered across the red and blue robot's processor for a brief moment. But he couldn't do it... It would be too much to give him something so sacred as a pity frag... It felt an overflowing grand form of treason simply still being beside him enough as it was... much less fondling his chassis.
The large Decepticon watched as his beloved wept and touched him like he was a mech scheduled for an execution the next day and had to have any form of intimacy before his brutal death. "...Why do you cry so...?" he asked gently, lifting the smaller mech's helm up with a single curled digit, wondering why he was so sad in his presence... and why he seemed to not simply give into his love...
Optimus quickly wiped his leaking optics before plastering on the best false smile he could manage with his flooding inner chaos, though he really didn't believe it would fool the other mech. He just wanted to stop weeping like a newspark... but his tears just wouldn't stop... "Don't worry yourself about them, Master. They're nothing..."
The Pharaoh's strong face reflected the grand incredulity he felt from hearing his words. No matter how sincere and innocent his deep voice was, the other slightly smaller mech was the worst liar. "I hate when you cry... Almost as much as you lying to me..." he murmured with a hinted growl of mild discomfort and ire. His mounting suspicions that it may be the Prime's call disturbing him that were temporarily distracted by the frenzied touching, came back into being.
The Autobot giggled bitterly, forcing himself to look away from the other's carmine optics before he had another episode. However, his tone didn't sound all too promising for that... "I know..." he spoke softly, feeling the other's developing scrutiny in his aura. Lovely. Now he was going to questioned... Again cursing himself for having such a frail spark, especially now.
The silver robot growled aggressively when the smaller mech constantly avoided optic contact with him. "Will you not tell me why? Is it really me you are crying for? Or another?" his voice growing an edge while taking a tight hold on his red forearms in case he was foolish enough to try and run without giving him his answers. He was not leaving until he knew... Knew he wasn't seduced by the bane of his existence and every other Decepticon...!
The truck's dermas trembled, forcing himself to continue to look away from the smoldering optics that had first captivated him but now wounded him, though he really wanted to gaze into them. Like he had the bearings to tell him about his secret plan to run away to freedom and say it directly to his face. "I... I sorry... I can't." he whimpered pitifully, screwing his optics shutters shut.
The gun scowled before grabbing the slave by the shoulders, trying to force him to look him and the optics but was still failing, angering him even more. "Tell. Me." he growled bluntly, baring his fangs to his face in grave threat while his optics burned brightly. He would never harm his sweet... No, no... but if he had to be disciplined when he was in the wrong? So be it...! So be it!
The red and blue mech cringed away from the hot furious vents of air and livid sense of sharp denta close to his facial plating. "No..." he squeaked out pathetically, stiffly yet rapidly shaking his helm. He must stay strong... Stay strong...!
That tore it. Megatron would not be made into some colossal fool! Even if it was his beloved! This stubborn behavior had to stop! "You tell me now, Optimus! I will not be made of fool of! Is it the Prime?! It is isn't it?!" he snapped, shaking him violently without really meaning to. His control was almost completely shot and it was he who did this to him...! He did this!
Optimus felt biting hot optic fluid squeeze out of his tightly clenched optics somewhat but still kept closed. He didn't want to look at him... but he wanted to... "No!" he whined loudly, feeling his spark stab itself at his boldfaced lie. Primus above it hurt to lie! Worst of all it was to him... But he had to! He had to...
The Pharaoh fiercely disbelieved him right down to the core of his very spark. He growled savagely with a screwed up expression of pure pain and fury before pushing the slave aside to roar in bare frustration as he fell miserably to the grass. "Damn you! Why must you insist on hurting me?! I only want you! I want you, Optimus! And yet you continue to do this!"
The Autobot weakly laid on the ground, practically broken from all the hurt from his lies, his secrets... Primus knows how he managed to gain the strength to lift himself up on his forearms to infirmly gaze over his broad shoulder. He feebly watched his dear master swing and claw at an invisible force around him as he raged with manic ferocity.
The large Decepticon broke from his failing at the air to howl up toward the thick clear glass ceiling serving as the roof. "Why do you do this...? Why...? Do you not love me too?" he stopped in half-rant to suddenly grip his gold and black striped helm that had quite flashily sparked and smoked from their fine seams with a loud groan of pain.
The slightly smaller red and blue mech now frightened for the other's health, as that had never happened before, forgot his own turmoil to find his chassis jump up to grip his silver arm as the massive mech was brought to his very knees by the agony. "A-Are you okay...?" he whispered worriedly, almost scared to receive any sort of reply to whatever in name of Unicron was happening to him now.
The silver robot growled when he was grabbed, temporarily forgetting it was only his darling Optimus beside him. His... darling... Or Prime's... He didn't love him... He would make him love him... He would... He would...! Yes...! "Nothing is wrong... Nothing at all." he giggled sickly, releasing his denting grip to loll his helm back to the side at the guiltless waterfalls in the gardens, though he didn't actually see anything before him.
The semi robot forced back the horrid cringe he wanted to produce from the titter and instead felt the Pharaoh's fuming forehelm with the back of his gentle blue hand. A harsh buzz and static was felt that made his hand go numb as well as the rest of his face plates. Static was the well-known sign of physical damage to the meta-processor and the damage was extremely likely to be permanent if it got to the point of unhealthily discharging from the seams. "...I don't believe you. How long has this been going on?" he asked demanding tilting his master's helm to face him.
Primus... He was so cute scared for his safety... And so close... Little Optimus loved to... Yes... That he did... Little angelic liar! "That doesn't matter..." the gun mech purred sickly, lifting a mildly unsteady black ringed hand to attempt to bring his beautiful face closer.
Optimus slapped away the evil talented claw from grasping him and quite possibly re-shattering his buried desire to give in again. A charge was starting to burst to life inside his loins at the subconscious thought of being touched by his mad love though he fought it with all his being. This was wrong! "Yes it does!" he yelled his voice a little higher pitched that normal as he crawled backwards to get away.
Megatron crawled over to him a disturbingly blissful grin. How cute... He just continued to delude his naive CPU that escape was possible in his presence... "You're just so sweet and innocent... All the more reason I love you so much..." he panted huskily, following his beloved until he slipped off into the shallow waters around the main path.
The red and blue mech coughed out the droplets of water that got into his air filters before glaring with deathly seriousness with only hints of his maturing lust coming through his wide frantic optics. "Master, I think... you should go see a doctor... Now." he grated out while wiping the excess water he coughed out off his lips.
The Pharaoh smirked at the absolute sight the other smaller robot made of himself, sitting there in the water, legs spread wide open, his makeshift dress sticking to his busty armor... "Why...?" he giggled insanely, feeling his spike awaken and press against his panel with an audible clang.
The slave heard the advisory sound of arousal and felt the energon oil run from his fuel lines. Though he did not want to have sexual contact in the very least... his frame did. It rose up in heat in response to his master's arousal and that scared him mindlessly. "Because you're being craz–" he quickly slapped a hand in front of his mouth to prevent the word one should never, ever be said to a mech with a rapidly degrading psyche mere feet away and closing.
Megatron laughed while placing a hand of his handsome, dark facials. Did he even know how much he loved his guileless nature...? Calling him mad for simply loving him...! Foolish! "...Crazy? Whatever you wish to call love..." he rumbled happily before jumping onto his beloved, creating a large splash that soaked them both before wrapping his arms around the smaller mech's dripping body, enclosing his toned thighs around the smaller robot's and kissing him hard enough to virtually dent his plump dermas.
The Autobot squeaked in horror as his inner circuitry ignited with lust, making his frame instantly want more. So much more... "N-No! NO!" he squealed with fright as he was fondled with sloppy caresses and bites fed his tarnished longing for his dear master's pleasurable rough touches. His valve tingled and wet for his thick fingers or even his spike to fill him.
The semi moaned and gasped sharply before he somehow wriggled his arms up between their pressing chests before shoving his master off to fall backwards into the thigh deep water. He rose to his pedes, dripping rivers of water, shaking with obvious want before he rediscovered his ability to speak and pointed at him. "M-Master... Please... I-I will not talk to you like this... P-Please forgive me but I... have to get some air...!" he whispered out before stumbling to get out, ignoring the broken whine when he did so.
Optimus vented raspily as he got into the elevator downstairs. His spark was pulsing angry coils in his chest for stopping his master's ministrations to his affection starved metal body before completion that was sure to have come if he stayed. But then he would've fell back into the little world he did not want to become trapped inside, because he knew he would never want to get out once within.
The large Autobot slave staggered toward the currently vacant slave bathing pool before sitting down in its heavenly chill waters. He shivered at macabre creature his master displayed to him mere minutes before he wisely fled before breaking down softly into his hands. How he loathed his CPU going to back to his haunting dreams he had about him that tortured him in his recharge. But he especially hated how his body persistently throbbed with hot charge though it was just after being molested by a maniac.
The red and blue robot moaned brokenly, suddenly grabbing onto a nearby pillar in the bath to try desperately to stifle the all the confusing feelings he had within though that was quite pointless. His spark pulsed like he was about to suffer a sparkattack and his frame burned as sweet memories poisoned his train of thoughts...
The way his blazing ruby optics burned with only the purest passion... It was barely a cybertronian year ago... But it felt like looking into another life... It was so damn beautiful the semi wept in its resentful remembrance as one of his hands clumsily reached down, brushing the thigh cut in his dress and touched his aching, oozing codpiece that sprung open with no hesitation whatsoever to soak his servos in fresh lubricant as his graceful spike sprang out as well.
It was his first time ever touching himself in such a manner that was not for the purpose of cleansing or for satisfaction in the haze of a heat peak. Masturbating was a very new, alien concept for him when he was mostly sane and cognizant. Though sanity was rather fleeting for Optimus as he stroked his white aft with his sticky fingers while clinging and sliding his frame down with his hot flushed facials pressed to the cool metal.
In the slave's processor, the face his master when he was still rational and sane. Back when he found his personality and brazen, bold behavior romantic, though never spoke it aloud... seemed almost like he met someone else rather than Megatron as he was now... He wanted that master to touch him... Not... him...
Cognizant thought was not possible or really needed as the Autobot grinded the pillar with his mechhoood, crying out at the sharp grooves of the etchings in the gold column roughly biting into the sensitive steel. His fingers pistoned in his valve as far as he could without taking his precious seal, faster and faster. And just as he at last tumbled over into the bitter, mad overload he so needed, he heard a soft dip in the pool's cool water behind him and gentle ripples lap the backs of his legs before a soft voice spoke to him. "Optimus?" the familiar voice rang out to him like a gentle bell.
The large red and blue mech had to quickly bite into a finger of the hand gripping the pillar until it bled to stop his scream of choked pleasure from coming out. "B-Bumblebee...?" he whispered while looking over his shoulder, his strong voice shaking from the afterglow of his orgasm still rushing through his systems.
Bumblebee tilted his helm as his older friend's crazed yet dazed expression as well his frantic attempts to hide his valve's seeping lubricants, his spike's still coming transfluid and his injured, bleeding servo. "Are... you okay?" he asked slightly fearful of approaching his unstable friend if he did hurt himself.
The semi stood up with a smile trying to appear friendly but most likely was viewed as unsettling. Didn't matter. He knew he was viewed as insane so there was no reason to attempt to save whatever face he still had with his friends. "You know the answer to that question, Bumblebee." he chuckled incisively at the guiltless question.
The yellow mechling flinched at the manic laugh but stayed calm. "Of course... Um... Did you hurt yourself...?" he inquired cautiously, twirling his own small black fingers around each other to ease some jumpiness.
Optimus managed to get himself back to a normal looking enough state with a few steady intakes before looking back to his young friend while leaning back against one of the steps behind him as well as dip his torn finger beneath the water to hide the injury. "I'm sorry if I scared you, Bumblebee... Never you mind what is happening to me. Tell me about you? How have you and everyone been these past weeks? As I have been... occupied with other such." he spoke calmly.
The car robot stared at his fiddling servos in silence for several minutes. "Ummm... Fine, fine. Ironhide is getting rather popular doing what you used to do, protecting the few Autobots still being abused whether you wish to believe that or not. The twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker have been a great source of news as well as being one of the being thieves of the Decepticon higher ups various goods. Ratchet had been a much more cheery to be around because of all the Autobot escapes. And Jazz has been busy wooing around Autobots with that song he got inspiration from, so naturally we don't see him around too much." he said sedate and quiet.
The larger slave leaned his helm with a lightly annoyed sigh at how the others we doing great with being absent. "Mmmm... That's nice..." he mildly forced enthusiasm in his statically voice. His internals raged in envy despite his horror from it doing so without his conscious doing again. He was just crazy and simply didn't care too much to controlling his inner feelings that often anymore being so worn out to even try for too long.
The younger Autobot heard the slight noise of vexation from the other robot and felt he knew why. It was all probably an act he was putting up, seeing as how it was so thin now it could now be plainly seen. He was obviously hurting, just by looking at his emotionally haggard state and needed to told he still mattered or else he would continue to feel lonely. "But you know... A lot of us have been worried about you." he said a little bit upbeat while looking up with a tiny smile, hoping he was right that his friend was just lonesome and needed to know people did care about him.
The larger Autobot hummed a non-caring sound while drumming his hand on the step. "Really...? Like who?" he asked coldly but inwardly was scared at how he had lost most of his concern with his friends from the constant venomous envy. What was wrong with him...? Simple. Everything.
The blaise reaction wiped the smile from Bumblebee's facials but he internally urged himself to continue prodding. "Well, Ultra Magnus for one. He constantly worries that you have lost your mind and might seriously hurt yourself. Maybe even, Primus forbid, kill yourself." he said seriously, not believing he just said that to the dear friend that was once his biggest inspiration to open himself to his secret Decepticon lover, Barricade.
The red and blue mech smirked bitterly for a second before sighing. Ultra Magnus never changed... Still worrying himself sick? He might be in the right to worry about him but he shouldn't bother. He was damned in his love to the Pharaoh. "Mmmm... That I was already aware of was still happening." he mumbled while closing his optics.
The car mechling found his optic ridges scowling at the repeated apathetic response. "Then I take it you are already knew of the word of the rebellion he's spreading around?" he spoke sharper, standing up more firmly on his seat on the opposite seat.
The large semi robot optic turned to the other without moving his helm. "Yes. Yes, I do." he murmured bluntly feeling uncomfortably scrutinized from his young friend's words for the second time on this Primus forsaken day so far. Oh that was glorious... Now the little yellow robot believed him to too crazy to realize things and now distrusted him somewhat.
The smaller slave saw the warring gaze he received, feeling some of his courage slip away at it before he continued. "Rumor has it the rebel leader has been circling around the outside of the palace at night for days. Like he was waiting or looking for someone important." he trailed off, wondering what the ex-slave would be doing coming so close to Kaon palace with it being tight on security now.
Optimus twitched, knowing he was probably describing Hot Rod. It was rather strange how he was hanging around so close to the palace. Surely he wouldn't be risking very possible capture for... him...? No... That couldn't be the case. He knew he liked him but not enough to be foolish for his sake. "What about you? Do you want to take in the prospect of freedom the rebels offer?" he asked more as way to escape his wasted train of thought.
Bumblebee unexpectedly flinched at the idea of running away which honestly surprised the large Autobot. "Honestly...? I don't really like it. I mean... I want to be free, Primus above I do, but... I don't know why..." his voice died as he blushed and shyly looked away, not meaning to slip into talk about his relationship in front of his half-sane friend.
The slave's tired but sharp optics narrowed a little, knowing he just barely spared himself from talking about his affair with the Decepticon he loved. "Is it because of Barricade?" he sighed deeply, relieving the flash of hated envy burst in his spark.
The yellow robot's flushed facial plating deepened when he hit it right on target. "...Yeah." he muttered admittedly while loosely gripping his arm and shifting his pedes around in the water.
Face blank and unreadable, the large red and blue mech sat up with both his hands tucked between his thighs. "Why then are you so afraid then?" he asked, light impatience coloring his tone. He didn't know why he was feeling slightly restless at hearing his young friend's answer. Maybe because he was curious how a robot with an actual healthy lover would choose with the option of freedom there to take.
The car stiffened at the soft but serious question. Why...? He never really had the time ponder with all the guards, overseers and hunters glaring at him accusingly in case he dared to run... and with him just putting him out on the spot... "Because... Because... Well... I-I don't know!" he accidently burst out under the sudden pressure, tensely gripping his arms.
The semi's face loosened when he made the other snap at the touchy question. Okay, maybe he was being kind of an aft but he might need to hear the truth spoken to him... "You want him to free you himself and run away with you instead of being forced to betray him by taking it yourself." he spoke clear and honest
The smaller slave shoulders scrunched together as he turned his back to him but didn't reply. It was too eery how he could solve others' problems so easily, but not his own that were by far much more grave.
Optimus stood up, squeezing out as much water out of his soaking dress he could before walking over to his stiff mechling and gently touching his yellow shoulder plate. "I will not tell you anything for you to live by blindly but sometimes you have to ask which choice do you think will end greatly for you or end in tragedy." he whispered ominously into the other's audio.
The young Autobot shivered at the steady disturbing tone of voice the other spoke so close to his helm. "Optimus...? Why are you telling me this...?" he asked leery as to what in Cybertron that meant as he daringly turned his helm to see his sickly larger friend staring stuporous at nothing beyond them both creating a vile chill through his armor.
The much larger Autobot slave barely heard him. Not that, that really mattered. He said what he needed to say to him and that was enough to satisfy his envious conscience. "Hmmm? No reason. As I said, my problems are nothing to concern yourself with." he said with a small hum as he got up from bathing pool.
Bumblebee watched the somewhat unstable red and blue mech exit the pool and dry himself off with a stolen high-class Decepticon towel that had been brought down from upstairs with an ominous sense of something bad to come. He didn't know if it was from the older robot or from his creepy words that gave him that sense but all he knew was that something big was going to happen and it revolved mainly around him...
The day dragged on for Optimus, making it appear like days had occurred instead of mere hours. He knew he would be called back by his master after being so rude as to leave him during their morning "talk" without a proper dismissal. It was naturally expected. However, he just needed a moment to recalibrate his frayed nerve wiring as well as get to Soundwave and tell him to watch Megatron when he was gone.
Luckily for him, the Vizer was wandering around mostly alone, which was not entirely surprising with all available Decepticons being made to added security, with the exception of his pet panther walking beside him on a leash tied around his wrist whilst he looked at a data pad with great concern. No doubt the upsetting reports received from the paranoid, panicking Decepticon aristocrats.
The Autobot watched the slender Decepticon distractingly walk up to him without noticing him standing a couple feet away, leaning against the golden walls with the exception of his pet who slightly growled at him from being too close to him. "My Lord." he said respectfully, ignoring the drone's threatening growls.
The blue mech halted his pace with a slight surprised jump before glaring at the large slave standing nearby, looking at him with steely sapphire optics. "Optimus." he spoke quick and dutifully with a quick nod before starting to leave to continue his walk. He really didn't have time to deal with the other mech right now. If he was in a fit over his own punishment from doing what he stupidly asked to do, he was in no right to possibly yell at him.
The semi robot watched the stereo mech attempt to ignore him and move along with his hectic work tour. But he needed to hear this. Had to. "I think I should tell you, before you continue on your way, that His Lordship is getting worse." he said without looking back toward the Decepticon that brushed past him but already knew he got his attention enough for him to stop once more.
Soundwave sighed before it transformed into an agitated rumble from deep in his chest plates. He already knew. The rumors that were not about the current escalating situation with the runaway Autobots were about their crazed leader. Them also being the more personally infuriating to handle. "And what would like me to do about it?" he hissed in a dangerous lisp.
The red and blue mech felt the stress grow from the other, feeling in some way satisfied he got his attention as it meant he may have made the right choice to ask him to look after the Pharaoh. "Nothing. I just wanted you to know he has gotten to the infamous 'sparking stage' in his meta-processor. I've just seen it myself today." he said while gazing to the side at a particular craving in the wall that had been scratched on by no doubt a slave who probably made it for spite just before leaving with the rebels.
The Vizer mildly groaned at the news while looking down at his data pad but not truly checking over anything that was written on it. "...And?" he answered, already subconsciously aware of what he was being told but secretly wanted to hear it confirmed by another who knew him closely.
Optimus just drummed his fingers against the decorated thick gold plated wall behind him with a light sigh, bracing himself to tell the other mech some of the more insane things his master had done but most likely never knew about. "...I may not be able to stop him from a possible second attempt but... he has tried to kill himself." he said grimly, clenching his drumming servos into a fist.
The Decepticon's blue helm shot up so quickly his neck cables almost creaked. "What...?! When had he tried to do this...?!" he exclaimed under his vents. Was he lying? No, the Autobot slave was strange but not a liar. If what he said was the truth... Dear Primus above...
The large red and blue robot turned toward the other mech's heavily concerned expression with a sad, dreary expression. "Several months ago. I stopped him thankfully. But I don't know. Forgive me if I say I hardly trust him to keep himself in good health... or for others." he said grievous but inwardly felt joyful he successfully got through to the icy stereo. A spark of hope...
The blue mech cleared his intakes to recall his stoic image before continuing in his usual droning timbre. "Mmmmm... And why are you telling me this now?" he enquired cynically while tilting his helm to the side, with a single hand on blue hip.
The semi frowned at the implied accusation that he had held the information back to just to let his dear silver mech suffer without telling him. "No reason really. I merely felt someone else who really cared about him should look after him besides me. Don't you agree?" he asked derisively in the same type of voice he had just used.
Soundwave continued to leer at the other mech with a scanning, skeptical gaze that pierced clean through his red vizor for several long moments before turning away. He felt his trained spark twist inside for leaving the gun robot alone with someone with no aid who possibly didn't know how to handle him because he was afraid of him...
Optimus bowed before him, knowing it was unnoticed but didn't truly care. He got his warning through, setting the seeds of protection for when Megatron would be without him. "Well... He's probably going to call for me again... I'm... I'm sorry if I had wasted your time, My Lord." he spoke respectful before silently leaving with his hands behind his back.
The day for the seemingly disgruntled Pharaoh things also seemed to get worse. His beloved had acted like he was dead on pedes in his presence earlier. He rarely smiled, laughed even. Although he did brighten up from their little "talk", it was not at all in the way he so wanted from him.
The massive silver robot groaned through his still throne room, distressed further as he rubbed his crested forehelm. The slave was never like this... He couldn't fully make his burning processor faintly comprehend why until a tiny but scarcely clear memory of him asking if he truly loved him, why he wouldn't set him free...
Why...? He... didn't want him to run away from him... The others could flee for all he cared. But he knew deep at the back of his weakened consciousness, that obviously this was the fabled prophecy the late Oracle Alpha Trion threatened the Decepticons with at last coming to pass. The Prime. The one word that jeopardized everything. The one person who would take everything from him... Take away... his... Optimus...
The Decepticon leader weakly laid his aching helm back into the plush cushioning on his lavish throne with a whimper. "This rebellion... is going to destroy the empire... Damn that filthy Prime..." he growled, furiously digging the sharp tips of his fingers into the arms of his royal seat.
The gun mech grit his denta before continuing his monologue to no one. "At this rate my slaves will be lured by his call and attempt to flee to his expanding army... ...And Optimus... My dear Optimus... He would never leave me... All my other slaves no doubt would but he would not... Would he...? No... No, he won't... he won't..." he mumbled crushed as his spark went cold after the words left his vocalizer.
The beautiful Autobot promised he would never leave him but it still did not quell this frigid fear in his spark that he could as he had never said he loved him and seemed to favor his freedom more than his desire to remain with him. And that, tormented him to his very core.
Clenching his claws hard enough to permanently scarred the soft metal, Megatron quickly commed his beloved. 'Optimus... Optimus, please come to me... I beg of you...' he pleaded pathetically. Once he would've stabbed himself for being so idiotic... but he was gone... gone without him...
The semi stopped in mid-walk before leaning a shoulder against a nearby golden wall. He thought he would've had a little more time before being called back to him but as par with his "deal" with his master he had to comply. For now... However, he wasn't satisfied with just the simple command, he wanted to know what he wanted him to witness now. 'If I could... May I ask... why...?' he spoke exacerbated.
The Pharaoh felt his spark bite itself at the heavily mistrusting tone of voice. 'Please... I must... I must talk to you... About the... rebellion's promise of freedom...' he whispered, praying he had recovered enough from whatever had spooked him away from him before that he oddly couldn't remember...
The smaller red and blue robot felt his lovelorn spark twist as he placed a hand over his platinum sorrow twisted face. Why was he such an lovesick moron...? Deal or not, this was not going to be ending well. He could feel it in his scarred armor plating... '...As you wish...' he mumbled with a dispassionate sigh, dragging his blue hand down his face. Might as well get it over with...
The truck mech walked lax and numb back to elevator upstairs. At the very moment he came face to face with the throne room's impressive closed golden doors, he couldn't help the memories that flooded back into his CPU. How both times he was inwardly a little nervous of what he would see within. He chuckled bitterly as there wasn't too much difference except now it hurt to see him...
Optimus never got a really good look at his mentally sick master as he was ordinally too distracted with other matters but as he opened the doors inside the darkened throne room he got an opticful. The Decepticon looked rather haggard despite his still rather massive chassis. His optics appeared so tired, his deep, black, expensive kohl was rather smeared, by his own hands apparently and his gold jewelry covered frame were quite dulled when they were usually so bright.
Instantly the Autobot slave's torn spark jabbed him with white hot guilt, hissing that he did this. Only him. "What is it you wished to see me about, My Lord?" he said droner than he really intended to. Primus above give him the strength to get through this ordeal...
The gun mech incredibly stressed by the situation, shifted uncomfortably from time to time but otherwise remained rather disconsolate facial plating wise. "Optimus... Do you know this...? That day by day, more and more Autobot slaves and servants have been reported successfully running away from their masters... Kaon being at the epicenter of this insurrection, with my very palace being its pulsing spark..." he slightly growled but still stared at the rich violet carpets of his throne room.
The red and blue mech's cerulean optics twitched at the second mention already of the massive problem for Decepticons. "I had heard this. Even if I had not, I would have noticed the events going on around me, from the only window I had to the outside." he answered while walking up to his depressed master.
Megatron's dim scarlet optics narrowed in fury at being about to speak of his ultimate enemy. "There is talk of that the Prime being the one leading all of this. Just like in the prophecy..." he hissed, revealing his fangs in a angry sneer.
The semi remained silent at the blind accusations towards the rebel leader, Hot Rod. Obviously he didn't dare correct his master on the ex-slave possibly being the Prime of prophecy. Primus... He did not even know if the muscle car was or not... Though it would be somewhat of a relief of he indeed was in these crippling times.
The Decepticon leader looked up and locked with optics with the other mech, with his own swirling in sadness and desperate need that screamed so much in a mere glimpse.
Optimus a little taken aback by this powerful gaze, slightly broke his rickety resolve into worn worry. "...W-What is it?" he studdered, not meaning to sound so damn frightened but it came out as such anyway. Those damn optics had always had such a profound effect on him.
The Pharaoh bit his demas for a split moment before he spoke in a devastated tone that swallowed way any happy feeling its path. "...Will you leave me too...?" he croaked brokenly.
The Autobot felt himself roughly gulp a nervous lump down his constricted throat tubing, his spark pounding. "Well... I... I..." he began but let his strong voice die. No... He couldn't say it... Never say it...! He would kill him with grief just uttering it...!
The silver robot frowned deeply at the large slave's nervous silence. "You are... aren't you...?" he snarled, frame beginning to shake with massing rage as he rose up off his regal chair. The feeling of betrayal returned from before though he did not recall it, burned through his systems and released the mania from deep inside his hurting CPU.
The semi mech sighed to relieve the monolithic stress in his frame. "I will not confirm or deny anything you're accusing me of but with all due respect, My Lord, if you were imprisoned and forced into slavery by your own brethren to be humiliated and abused day after day for the rest of your life... wouldn't you crave the call for freedom yourself when it so beconds you forth? Wouldn't you want this gone from your neck forever...?" he spoke tapping the loathed piece of metal in question.
The gun felt his spark break at the words the smaller robot speak. Even though he claimed nothing simply hearing him lecture on his interest of freedom was more than enough he could stand... He rushed forward so quickly his beloved almost didn't see him coming when he lunged forward and pinned him to the wall behind the regal seat.
Optimus cried out in a combination of shock and pain, grabbing onto the muscular arms holding him steadfast in a shaking insane grip but remained still in case he did something else. This was not happening...! Unicron please stop!
Megatron's ruby optics blazed with laser red fury as his helm quite clearly sparked and steamed. "You dare to leave my side?!" he shrieked, almost salivating like an enraged animech from the mouth. Little tease! How dare he! How dare he reject him!
The red and blue mech gritted his dentals more in a fearful manner rather than a defensive. "I told you I will not say! You know I won't lie to you!" he shouted back. He had no real right to defend himself from this being as he was planning on leaving him but it was not fully by his choice! He was suffering too, damn it!
The Pharaoh almost felt like grabbing his insolent beloved by the throat but barely managed to change his target by slamming his fist into the wall inches from his helm. "How can I trust you?! How?! You have proven to me that while your words are innocent they barely mean much to you! In fact, you almost spoke that you wish for the freedom the rebel armies offer!" he spat in raw pain and fury, vents puffing rapidly.
The Autobot stayed silent, honestly not knowing what to say as he didn't know how his master would react to it. He had already gotten a highly unexpected violent attack and honestly did not know what else he was supposed to expect anymore.
The slightly larger silver robot however very much disliked the silence to his question and snarled, pressing menacingly into the other red and blue mech. "You had better not leave me, Optimus! I won't let you! Never! Do so and I will... I will..." he trailed off, clenching his optics shut while gritting his denta together as his damaged mind continued to hurt before he roared loud enough to shake the foundation of the chamber they were in.
It however was nothing compared to what the unstable gun mech then screamed next... "I will whip you to your death with my own hands! I will rend your very limbs away from your frame! Is that what you want?! Is it?! Is that how far I must go?! How I must keep you?!" he thundered as he painfully grabbed the semi robot's completely horrified face and held it inches from his.
Optimus felt his long stored away hidden combat programing start up and wait on stand by should he have to protect himself from his ranting master. Questioning why this was happening, how, over and over in his ravaged processor and spark. Why...?! "What are you saying...?! Why...?! Why do you say such horrible things if you yourself have claimed that you love me?!" he exclaimed incredious, fiercely disbelieving to his being these harsh words came out of the mech who once held him with such love.
Megatron seemed to snap out of his hysteria with his posture softening to be less threatening and his expression deflated from manic fury to a more frightened and spooked look, as if he had become aware of what he had just spoke of moments before. "Why? Because then you would never leave me nor be claimed by that damned Prime... I'd rather see you lying pretty and dead than leave me..." he spoke in an extremely unsettling calm tone that sounded like he was speaking of the most obvious thing in existence.
The Autobot was frozen his a look of blunt wide-opticed horror, spark almost stopping altogether. No... Oh, please no... Primus above he could be so cruel as to... "...Are you even aware of what you just said to me...? ...Do you...?" he said hushed with a choked sob, tears bursting forth from his love's mad actions and words once more. But this time it was much more different tears. They from a devastated spark...
The Pharaoh lost in his insanity's current delirium simply lifted a finger to the leaking optic fluid to taste it sloppily with a dark rumble. "Of course, my dear. As long you do not disobey me again... It won't be necessary... But you won't... you won't..." he cooed stroking the slave's helm with the back of his ringed hand.
The red and blue mech bit his bottom derma until it bled, before lunging forward and pinning his deranged master into a wall much alike he was before but was more gentle and firm. He looked deep into the stunned Decepticon's wide optics with his own deeply saddened ones as he moved close to almost touch their nasal plates together.
Though his first instinct was to either hold him or beat him senseless he instead spoke, gravelly and distressed. "Master... I have dealt with knowing some of your most depraved secrets... Such as the fate of your sire and your... harem. Pit, I would've even tolerated whatever other horrors you might still be hiding for various reasons... but... this...? Threatening to hurt me...? Kill me...?! It's just too much... Too...!" his voice shattered completely before he made himself bolt out of the room, ignoring the calls to come back like it was Unicron's own voice beaconing him to his demise.
The Decepticon held out his claw toward the back of fleeing beloved until his arm grew tired and dropped limply to his side. Everything in his processor stung. He couldn't think... He couldn't remember... He..."Please... Don't leave..." he whispered softly and pitifully while sliding down the very much dented wall to crumple in a heap to the floor, his mangled cape spreading around him like mech blood was pooling from his suffering being.
The silver mech laid his blistering face plates against the carpet while dragging his splayed black claws across the soft floor to his body pushing himself up. "He won't leave... He won't leave me..." he muttered over and over in a mantra to himself. Although, it wasn't doing much at all to aid his burning processor and mangled spark, which both continued to worsen...
How the gun moved his dulled frame to stumble into his personal berth chamber was a mystery. The moment his limp hands lifted up to close the doors and lock it with a nearby keypad he threw his arms up, roared and clawed the golden walls of his berthroom. He screamed no better than the madmech he was, destroying anything simply being in his way before laying his smoking striped helm on the cold metal, panting horribly. "Primus...! Damn my spark...! How I wish I could tear it out and make this awful pain stop!" he wailed before insanely bashing his helm against the wall.
Megatron continued his self-destruction until fresh energon oil oozed out to trickle down his grimaced face, stopping his rampage. "...But... I can't... I can't... I can't die and let the Prime take you away..." he whined gazing sideways to a window nearby displaying the stars outside. He glared at the docile serenity of the heavens bitterly comparing it to the chaos he felt within. He continued to howl, scream and even laugh until his helm injury made him finally pass out on his floor...
Optimus pressed against a wall near the High Queen's chamber, crying his face into his arms no different than a tiny sparkling. Staying longer than his punishment was a mistake... That was so obvious it hurt on its own merit. Why was he such a lovesick moron that he would continue to torture himself and... Megatron... by giving a chance to a fantasy that would never come true...? It was worth a laugh he even convinced himself of that. He should have just left when Hot Rod first offered him... Now he had no choice but to continue to suffer even after he would make his run towards his freedom. Maybe he could get his attention before then...? Before he possibly threw himself out a window.
Starscream purred sadistically at the Autobot's radiant pain from the light shadows of early night. It was so fragging... delicious... As he already knew it would... It was all going to plan... The lovely slave's desire for freedom would make him do things that would drive his master clean up a wall while in turn make him unknowingly push him away, destroying himself... Pure wicked genius! "...Having issues with, His Majesty?" he spoke right his pretty victim's audio.
The red and blue mech's frown drastically deepened with a look of fury and terror. That was all he needed right now... but he simply didn't have the motivation nor the actual strength to make the jetvulture leave him be. "Of course you know I am. You dog my shadow like the spawn of Unicron you are... What do you think?!" he hissed with all the venom he could muster, which shocked him as it was quite a bit.
Used to the foul treatment from both Autobot and Decepticon alike, the other's verbal bite had no effect to the deranged High Priest. "Mmmm... Such fiery temperament... Well, I did try to warn you about him didn't I?" he shrugged in mock innocent, personally finding the other mech's defiance as a sort of turn on.
The large semi robot really did not feel like answering. He simply shut his optics and buried his helm further away in his strong arms, praying the next string of mental torture would be over soon. But that apparently did appear possible when the other slender mech pushed up behind him, touching his sky blue claws up his scarred back, as if enjoying his previous handiwork.
The seeker smirked when the other mech tensed under touch. "Funny how you thought this was going to turn out any different... Decepticons simply can't deny their nature. Their programming. What he sees from you is something he needs to conquer... To bind to his will... To never let escape and to own forever..." he spoke in both a form of lying and telling the truth.
Receiving no response, the red and white mech continued, loving the feel of the scars he had created under his sharp servo tips. "Think about it... He was already quite satisfied with all he had gained from his lunatic sire... The palace, the slaves, the queens... even pleasure slaves... But oh, came the day you would be bought by him and come into his life... The perfect prize... The ultimate conquest to himself... In fact..." he allowed the build up for the perfect sting in his lilting voice.
The Decepticon licked up the larger mech's long audio final before he spoke to his hidden platinum face. "...It would be better he never met you and you know it..."
Optimus growled savagely, whipping around to face the agitating Starscream up close. How dare he...! He claim he destroyed... He did... Didn't... Damn him! "You're... insane." he spat gruesomely to the slender mech's ebony face plates.
The High Priest smiled poisonously sweet, while playfully tapping a finger to his plump dermas. "No... No, I'm not. Just more desire driven more than most... but you are my dear..." he cooed sadistically, licking his dermas at the aggressive display. Primus... That was attractive...
The Autobot slave's graceful features crinkled in pure disgust. He didn't have to listen to this Decepticon loon. And he certainly didn't need to stay here to entertain whatever sick thrill he got off from telling his scheme. But just as he turned to leave, a deceptively strong thin arm snaked out and caught him by the shoulder moments before he was shoved back into a wall.
The red and blue mech grunted as his back was slammed to the wall with the mad seeker still inches away from his face plates. "G-Get off me!" he cried out, trying to move his hands up to better shove the other away but failed when claws caught his wrists and pinned them right above his blue helm.
Starscream rumbled while rubbing his chest plates against the others busty ones. "And when the inevitable tragic turn of fate happens, do you know what I'm going to do after I get the seat of power?" he asked, wanting to see more of that disgusted rebellion... Oh so much...
The semi bared his denta in outrage at the still being told more of the sick plot that was greatly arousing the psychopath holding him. "You're just after his throne...?!" he hissed unbelieving that it was all about that simple pointless title of the Decepticon leader.
The seeker nodded pleased, his charge growing at the continued offended expressions the other kept giving him. "Yes, I am. But as I have told you... Decepticons can't deny their nature...! Just as I can not!" he tittered happily when the larger mech squirmed under him, accidently brushing their panels together.
Now very frightened and angry after feeling a hot, bulging red codpiece press briefly against his, Optimus struggled hard to get free. "Get off me!" he bellowed though it didn't seem to work much at all to the other mech. In fact it made the somewhat unstoppable frotting increase, much to horror.
The High Priest, straddled the captive mech his thighs while brushing his dermas across his, giggling in pure rapture when jolted his helm away to the side. "And you want to know a secret...?" he purred huskily, fangs poking out like he had suddenly transformed into a ravenous silversnake, about to devour his helpless prey.
The slave glared at the jet mech from the side of his turned helm but did not respond to his sadistic question. He didn't want whatever thrill he was getting off of telling him this to escalate his virtual raping. He just wanted away...! He couldn't any more of this insanity!
The Decepticon threw his helm back and laughed for a few uncomfortable moments before stopping with a malevolent look while tilting his helm in an unhinged gesture. "When I was beaten for our first little... rough encounter and envisioned the take over of this little empire, I had pictured myself seated on the throne with beautiful slaves of my fancy beside me. And quite often... I have visualized you beside me, in my arms, nuzzling me no different than a mechling in heat." he giggled with dark, actually half-true intentions dripping from his very voice before kissing him violently.
The Autobot screamed as his oral chamber was invaded by a highly unwanted vile glossa. The massive mixed negative feelings eating him alive until using all his strength to slip an arm out before belting a nasty blow to the red and white mech's face causing him to fall back several feet from the sheer force behind it.
Starscream rubbed the dented side of his sharp face as he gleefully watched the other mech stumble over his own pedes to get away from him. It wasn't a complete lie telling him he wanted him as a possible pleasure slave when he got the throne. He was rather beautiful when in pain... "Stay and watch the King get pulled to his doom in the madhouse, because that way I could get you when I inherit his fortune!" he laughed after him.
Jetfire watched his master laugh hysterically as he felt his sickened tainted spark twist in sparkbreak. Why did he touch him like that...? Why...? What did this red and blue mech have that he didn't...? He was meant only for his master's attentions...! He couldn't stand it! "Master...! Please...! Forget about him...! He will never be like me..." he puled rushing over to his abusive master, falling to his knees before kissing his legs arduously.
The High Priest ceased his laughter to glare down at his large stupidly loyal slave before smiling evilly. "I suppose he's not. But I guess you just don't try hard enough to get my affections..." he cooed while crossing his arms and pretending to be pouting in disappointment. He usually did not interested enough to play with the white mech but today was an exception. His plan was almost at completion.
The plane mech looked up at the jet with wide terrified optics. "No, Master! I love you! He does not!" he whined pitifully, clutching the other smaller robot's legs like his very life depended on it. And it did. He only desired his affections, though deep inside his fragile mind, he would've discovered it was not possible to love an illusion. Sadly, he didn't... and stayed anyway...
The red and white robot sighed, waving a dismissive hand before kicking the Autobot away. "Fine... but you must follow me if you want me." he said snobbishly, turning and walking away with a depraved, amused smile, already knowing with ample felicity he would follow behind him. Like the little lovestruck fool, his sweet, brainless, kowtowing pet, Jetfire was...
Optimus had rushed back into the High Queen chamber, panting and gagging in a mixture of revulsion and horror. The sick fragger kissed him! His tank roiled like he had swallowed a lump of rotten oil, swaying a bit from two to fro, almost heaving onto the floor until he weakly grabbed onto the delicate white dresser.
After several minutes of coughing and wheezing to gain himself, the Autobot felt something slip off his wrists to cling delicately on the floor at his pedes. Looking down in confusion he saw his gold ring bracelets glittering back up to him. His broken spark imploded at the memories piercing his CPU as he slapped a hand to his deary face before collapsing onto the chest.
Primus, the slave hurt... His life... His love... Everything... It wounded him...! And the unrelenting pang of the "pull" in his chest plates helped nothing at all. He bashed his fist on the dresser's cover before slowly looking and locking optics with his own distorted reflection, only to feel his already unsettled fuel tank writhe at what he saw.
The slave's abrasive figure was so damn hideous to his crazed optics. It was the visage of a little whore, sparkbreaker... slave... He hated it! He didn't want to look at his disgusting beauty any longer! He swiftly stood up and slammed his fist into the ivory mirror, shining shards jaggedly slicing open his soft blue hand as they shattered to bits.
The pain was surprisingly effective to calming his mania. The red and blue mech relished it as he leeringly observed his own vital fluid slither down the burst mirror to drip serially as supposed sanity returned to him. He vented long and deep to control his wild, uncontrolled emotions as he held his bleeding hand until it ceased flowing out his own mech blood and begin automatic repairs.
The semi walked blankly over to the berth, undressing himself as he went since a monster didn't deserve clothing, especially gifts and fell face first into the plush soft magenta sheets, throwing his scrappy mantle and clutching a pillow tight to his distraught facials. He remained still just listening to the sounds of his own venting. When he managed to fall into slumber was beyond the scope of his current comprehension but did not question. However it did not last for too long when he heard soft rapping at the close window in the room.
Awakening with a soft groan, Optimus dully looked up and saw a bright orange and red figure that brought his attention back to full. He shot up in the massive berth, curious if he should slap himself in case he was still dreaming. But of course that would be impossible as his dreams were always about his master, not... him.
Hot Rod smiled as he balanced on the window frame's outside, grinning wider when the other Autobot swiftly put on his ragged cloak, clumsily walked over to him and unlocked the window's tiny lock to let him inside. "Hey, Optimus." he spoke, brass grin still as bright as ever as he righted himself.
The cheery attitude the other mech currently had unknowingly stinging the slave's spark. "...Hello..." he croaked, his voice a little hoarse from all of its earlier activity as he tried to manage a smile that felt a little too alien to ever be convincing.
The muscle car robot perceptibly didn't notice how terrible he presently appeared either from his oblivious delight or from the poor lighting. "Sorry... I just couldn't stay away... when you are just stuck here to suffer like a tragic tindove..." he said grabbing the red and blue mech's hands in his own in a bold attempt to be romantic. Until he felt something wet on his finger and saw the blood currently leaking from one.
The orange and red mech's optics widened when he saw the beauty was injured. "What the pit happened to you? Where are your clothes? And why do you look as grim as the Unmaker? And... why are you nude? Did that Decepticon bastard rape you...?" he hissed under his vents while taking the wounded up close to see any real damage which he thanked Primus there wasn't. He wouldn't bare it if he was injured.
The semi mech sighed, loosely taking his hand away from the concerned ex-slave. "No... I took them off. I figured with all that has happened and is going to, I don't deserve them anymore." he said sadly, gripping a side of his makeshift mantle's hood with a sole hand to try and hide his shamed features.
It didn't work as now the rebel was more determined than ever to take him away from this pit. But... he was a mech of his of his word and would he him out first. "Well... What did you choose? You want to come with me? Or do you want me to come back after three more weeks? If you command it, I will obey it." he said seriously but secretly hoping, praying he would choose to run with him and the other free Autobots. But mostly with him...
Three more weeks...? He could barely handle a week alone and a full day here! If any of those mirror pieces had gotten his wrist or neck, he would've died! Not that, that scared him... No death would welcomed to him actually... "No... I... I want to come with you. Tonight." Optimus said firmly.
Hot Rod's face lit up before he lovingly embraced the Autobot tightly, not genuinely caring if he was pushed away too much. He was just so happy! He said yes! And here the other rebels were saying hanging around Kaon palace just in case was a waste of time! He was glad he was a rebel right down to his core.
"Hot Rod, what's taking you so long...?!" an irritated voice from the ground down below the window spoke quietly but firmly, quite aware their were active Autobot hunters on the prowl at night.
Slightly curious, the large slave allowed the muscle car to pull him along in his arms to see a slightly muscular green mech glowering impatiently up at the pair while also paranoidly looking every which way in case of a possible ambush.
"Be a moment, Springer...! And only call me Rodimus! For Primus sake you want the Decepticons to know my name so they can track us...?!" the rebel leader hissed, wanting to draw out this lovely moment with the beautiful Autobot he got to hold in his arms before he had to deal with the annoying worrier all the way back to their base.
"Whatever, this is not a joke, Rodimus...! That greedy Autobot tracker Lockdown is not going to be quiet forever with only the amount we gave him and others on patrol will be passing by soon who not as bribable...! Now hurry up...!" the fellow rebel snarled before going back to watching for hunters.
The orange and red robot growled at the command until he felt the larger mech reach up and stroke his face to get his attention. Turning to the semi in his arms, oblivious to the fact that it was not really a tender sign of affection, smiled brightly and stroked the hand touching him. "What is it, baby?" he cooed, voice completely lovestruck.
The red and blue mech felt kicking himself. He made another fall in love with him... and though it was not at all his intent to obviously do something not in least in his control, he felt horrible. Not for him falling for him but feeling like he was cheating on his soon to be former master. His dear, sweet, mad master...
Hot Rod watched Optimus' facials twist in sorrow, scared that maybe he said something wrong. "What's wrong, Optimus?" he whispered comfortingly while stroking his scarred back plating from under his makeshift mantle.
The large Autobot slave gripped his cloak tightly, forcing back the need to cry for the umpteenth time on this Primus damned day. He didn't need anymore pity and he certainly didn't need more humiliation from his weakness. "It's just... Can I say goodbye to someone first...?" he whispered softly.
The smaller ex-slave turned to the vexed green Autobot standing on the ground below, whom nodded that they were still not detected yet before returning his attention to him. "Alright, but be quick." he said, urgently wanting the mech in back in his safe arms, so he could get him out of here.
The truck mech swiftly nodded before leaving out of the room. He walked silently down the plasma flame lantern lighted halls to the Pharaoh's strangly locked personal chamber as his processor swirled with billions of questions of what he should do or say as his final words. He raised a weak hand to knock but held back before dropping it entirely to lean his forehelm against the bright adorned gold.
The red and blue robot felt like his spark was going to stop from what he was about to say but if he did not his conscience would strangle him until the day he died. And if he had any hope of relief from his most likely forced destiny he would say it. Even if it was never actually heard. "Master? Are you still awake?" he asked meekly.
There was nothing silence to answer him, but it hardly lessened his guilt that he should've said this earlier until he became a mad fool and was now saying goodbye to no one by cold, emotionless, great golden doors. It might've been possible for his master to hear his deep baritoned voice through it but he wasn't betting on it.
Optimus sucked on his derma to hold his tears back before intaking and whispering, soft but crystal clear in the grating silence. "My Master... I know you will be furious... Monstrous even when you do find out possibly in the morning I have left you. But please know that I do this not to hurt you or to flee from your obsessive love for me... I just want to be free... I even hoped I could be free with you and deep inside my spark I still hopelessly believe in that... but reality will always say different..." the slave whispered gently while lifting his wounded hand to rest on the door.
"I just hope that... That you realize that not doing anything in your rule is not going to make this growing uprising better. This rebellion was inevitable and you and your Decepticons can't simply change your desire to conquer and fight. It's just... not in your people's nature. To which I have fully come to terms with and have a firm understanding of." the Autobot growled slightly when memories returned from his brush with that damned High Priest. And as much he hated to admit... he was right.
"I do not know or understand how you really see me as but I do know that my life... my presence in your life had disturbed a precarious balance. In your spark, your CPU and in your empire. Whether this is from a curse of your sire's mental sickness or your own... I think... I think it's best if I leave now before we continue to torture ourselves with the obvious. That I want freedom and you want control. And if I must leave you for you to finally understand... I will, even though it is killing me." the large red and blue robot said dragging his hand down, smearing some of the drying energon oil on the surface.
"It will take a while, but I hope, pray you can forget about me and start to recover... But know that even if you somehow do manage to forget me... know that I will never forget you... So it is with the heaviest spark I say... goodbye, My Lord, My Master, My Pharaoh... My love..." the semi mech finished in a sparkbroken sob as he broke down and slid down the doors to fall on his knee joints. Oh how he wanted Primus strike him down for all his sins... but he had to move... The "pull" in his chest plates manually made his dampened chassis stand and walk back to the High Queen's chamber where his new life would begin.
Every step felt like an eternity and every one made his world tunnel and vanish... He felt like his spark was being eaten alive by Unicron himself. He would welcome it... With a smile on his face and arms out to welcome him. Still, forever ended and he returned to the room where the rebel was waiting impatiently for his returned.
Happy to see the other's business, whatever it may have been now done, clapped his orange hands together with completion. "Well, are you ready now?" he asked, lightly coming up to him and rubbing him on his back.
Optimus didn't even register his adventurous touch to his frame as he brought out the crystal rose he had picked earlier in the gardens as well as plucking the blood stained gold bracelets off the shard infested dresser to place them both together after a brief kiss to them on the berth. "...Yes..." he responded drolly.
Hot Rod looked at the other slave's behavior with confusion but did not voice anything due to the longing on his face. "Alright, take my hand... and hold on tight to me." the muscle car spoke softly while climbing into the window and offering his orange hand for the other to take.
The larger Autobot insensibly lifted his hand and barely comprehended the other taking it before pulling the rest of his body rest snugly to his. He felt his fairly soft hands cup under his legs and back, lifting him up before the orange and red mech gracefully jumped down below on the rust sand ground without making a sound.
The muscle car mech firmly maneuvered the red and blue mech onto his back before swiftly transforming into his strong vehicle mode with his companion Springer doing so as well into a jeep.
The semi robot felt the ground and air move by as the group fled in the dark of the silent night toward the outskirts of Kaon city and towards the Great Cybertronian Rust Desert surrounding it. He turned his helm to look back over his cloak clad shoulder at the slowly shrinking palace. He saw memories of his master flash past his optics like his life was ending and in a way... it was...
The red and blue mech truly emotionally devastated, limply laid his blue helm on Hot Rod's roof and let hot optic tears run down his beautiful face plating. He sobbed broken, crushed at everything... His miserable life... His cursed destiny... His dear friends... His... beloved.
Yes... his beloved. Tragic that his actual love could never hear it now, even if his Primus damned destiny didn't interfere. Even worse to him... He always had called him by his name, which few had ever said to him that were Decepticon with a high status in any case but he never his.
Autobots were never taught the names of the masters, they were never worthy enough of mentioning them. And if they had ever learned they had their vocal processors removed. But he had always secretly hoped... ever since they had first gotten close... that he could've called him by his name, like they true lovers...
A/N: Forgive the delay again peoples, I had a family emergency to deal with for several weeks and it was killing me to work much less write stories. But it has been solved and things are back to normal, enough of that needs to be said.
This chapter was particularly grating because I had to rewrite some old scenes that didn't really fit with the new plot, which was a lot. However, it was the last of its kind amongst all my drafts so the rest are going to be coming much quicker. And I do really mean that. Oh and about the mention of Lockdown in this fic, it really shouldn't be taken as a Transformers universe bend. If anybody reads the IDW comics, you would know that the character had been officially adopted into the G1 continuity because he's so popular so... don't freak out. So remember, that the happy ending is coming after you read this chappie and feel sad for our OP and Megs, alrighty? Hope you guys enjoyed and leave your reviews on how I did so far! Peace!